Unix Black's POV (D3F)

"What are you most enjoying about the Capitol so far on your stay?"

Stay? Yes, of course. I'm a guest here! I'm not going to be slaughtered within the next few weeks—I'm a guest here at the Capitol!

I forced a smile. "The Entertainment, actually."

"Ah, really?" Caesar actually seemed surprised. It seemed as though most District Three people would have televisions and such at their homes.

Nope!

"What about it? What in particular?"

"Well, this may sound blood-thirsty, but you capitalists seemed to have dreamed up every weapon imaginable!" I grinned, trying for a subtle smile. "Every day materials that all the districts use year round have been converted. Even something like a child's slingshot can be altered to have maximum distance rebound, and pebbles that explode on contact."

Caesar nodded, as if for me to continue. So I did.

"And, let's say, District Twelve." I stole a glance at Aletris and General, who nodded while trying not to look confused. "I'm sure at least one of them has held a pick-ax at least once. These pick-axes here are enforced with lead and poisons; razor sharp tips and light hallow bases built for throwing and swinging. Someone who grew up in a kitchen could use kitchen knives, lined with poison pockets where a clever tribute could mash some poisonous berries. Straws into blow-darts. District Eight: sewing needles into deadly small knives. District Nine: Arrowheads into Poisonheads, and snares into nooses. District Ten: Lassoes into barbed wire strangulation weapons. District Eleven: Whips into hooked instruments of death. The possibilities are literally endless."

There was a dead silence in the auditorium, and I could slowly feel a blush rising to my cheeks. I'm not a killer, but how much time thesegamemakers spent creating weapons of all instruments—fascinated me.

Suddenly, I could hear Harper whispering something to Landon next to her. "…I wish she had done district six…"

All heads in the room turned to the suddenly micro-phoned voice. Harper froze, and then grinned. "Well, it's true!"

Laughter began to break, and I nervously giggled. What the heck had gotten into me? This was not the angle my mentor and I agreed on.

(AN: Sorry, Medgar! I can't find your character info—anywhere! Hungergames, if you please could send it to me again…? Sorry! I'll make it up to him!) Caddis Marie Tipper (D4F)

"Caddis Tipper, correct?"

I knew where this was going, "Yes. You must know my brother."

Caeser was startled into a grin. "Yes, Actually. You must hear it often, but you both look so alike- and have the same cocky attitude."

I twisted my face into one of pure shock. "Who? Moi? Cocky? Never!"

The audience laughed, and I smiled, facing them. "You guys know my brother, right? Well, I'm going to win the games- just like him!"

"So, Caddis," Caesar's face began with a hint of a smile, after the audience quieted again "How about that reaping, huh? You really had to get up there fast, didn't you?"

At my reaping, the girl next to me volunteered at the same time I did. We literally had a stare-down, till all of a sudden, she shot at me! I barely dodged the punch and gave her a good bruise to remember me by on my way up. Thank-you, mixed-martial-arts.

"Yes," I glared at the camera, hoping Marine was watching. "Thanks for the warm-up. Better luck next-time, kid."

"Very interesting kick, Caddis. Did you just make it up?"

"Ah, yes. I learned mixed-martial-arts from my bro, but I call it, the Kaddis Kick." I grinned, and stood up; glad my stylist had gone for the 'down-to-earth' look. She said the chariots were for glamour; the interviews were for showing what you're made of.

Oh, yeah.

I spun on my heel, my long, oceanic colored cargo pants swishing like waves, and my foot swiveled down on all sides. My other leg had been thrown high into the air, and I used the momentum of my heel to launch it right beside me.

"Caddis with a 'K'."

Gill Harper Friedrich (D4M)

Heh. Cute. But showing off your martial-arts-skills is not going to get you far in the games. Fighting isn't about showing off, it's about hurting the other person enough so they stop. Or die.

"What's your job, back at home, Gill?"

"Well, I train, often." Obviously, but some of the capitol people aren't the smartest fish in the bucket. "That usually takes up the majority of my week. But on Sundays and Tuesdays, I work on an old fishing trawler."

"Ah," Caesar smiled knowingly. "So I bet you're hoping for an ocean themed arena."

"No kidding!" I laughed, leaning back in my chair. "That'd be a little piece of heaven—and home. All I need is a lake, and I'd have this game set and match."

"Reaaaaalllyy?" Caesar gave a glance to the game-makers, whose faces were expressionless. "How do you plan on doing that."

"Well, if there is a lake, river, ocean, whatever, it'll probably be key in the games. Some time or another, swimming with come in handy, I'm pretty sure. Whether ninja attacks at dawn from under the water, or just a 'who can swim the longest' thing, I think I've got it down. Any four has it down."

"District Four can be a good contender in the water," Caesar nodded, casting a glance back Caddis, who smiled. "And I hope you'll use that advantage to it's maximum."

"You know it."

So! How was it? Good, bad, horrible, excellent? Feed-back is needed! But I've figured it out! I find I can write about female-charectors easier... so that's why the guys have somewhat shorter interviews. But, alas, the Karma gods seem to look down with more favor on the guys, so it'll even out towards the end. Code: Thresh.

So, the next chapter, interviews 5-6, should be up two days or so from now!

Let's do it!

-B.G.